AN- sorry for the delay. Here's some M rated shit to make up for it.
I don't own these characters btw.
I found myself in the library of the compound in front of the filing cabinets. I stepped in front of a drawer marked 'B' and pulled it out. Most of the information was now available digitally but I still liked to look through the physical files.
I pulled the file for James Buchanan Barnes and sat at the table in the room. I stared down at the file for a while without opening it. It felt wrong to read through his past in a folder. Finally, after deciding that I may never see him again anyway, I opened the folder.
A picture of him frozen in a Hydra pod was the first thing I saw. A smaller picture of him in his WWII uniform was pinned in the corner. I ran a finger over the old photo. He looked different and it wasn't the short hair and clean shaven face. There was hope in his eyes and an easy charming smile on his face.
I took a breath and flipped to the first page. I read his date of birth and laughed to myself. March 10, 1917. He would be a hundred in a few months. I had almost made out with a one hundred year old man on his couch a few days ago.
I read down the line of his known relatives and knew they were all dead. At the bottom of the page his status was listed as deceased and then marked through with 'Hydra operative' written next to it. I shook my head and closed the file. Nothing in it would be accurate. The file was for the Winter Soldier not Bucky.
I knocked on Visions door later that day and when he told me to come in I found him floating in the middle of the room. His eyes were unfocused and glowing as he used the stone in his head to search for our friends.
"You having any luck?" I asked.
"None so far."
"What are you searching for?"
"Facial recognition. They all seem to be avoiding cameras very well."
"Well, there's a lot of faces in the world but only a few power sources like that," I said pointing to the stone. "And Wanda is one of them. Have you tried searching for similar readings?"
"Searching now," Vision announced before displaying a map. Two readings were in New York and one in Singapore.
"Well, one of these is you. I'm not sure what the other reading in New York is but I'm certain it's not Wanda or someone would've recognized her by now. My bet, she's in Singapore."
"Thank you," Vision said softly.
"I can tell you miss her."
"I can tell you miss whatever is in Wakanda. We don't have enough time on this planet to avoid what we want, Charlotte."
"I guess. If you're going to see Wanda I'll cover for you."
"We'll cover for each other. Come with me."
I followed Vision to the lab where Tony was working. Vision lowered the music without touching the radio and Tony looked up to see us approaching.
"What's up?"
"Charlotte was telling me about the ruins in Rome and I've never been so she's taking me there. She deserves the rest of her vacation after all." I held my poker face.
"Alright. Keep your phone on you."
"I will."
Vision and I set out in the quinjet and once we were over the Atlantic Ocean Vision prepared to leave and fly to Singapore on his own.
"Tell Wanda I said hi and that I miss her. I'd love to hear from her but I know she can't."
"I'll tell her. I hope your trip to Wakanda eases your soul."
"I'll see you in a week, Viz." Vision sank through the floor of the jet and disappeared from the radar. Thunder shook the jet as I flew over Africa and rain pelted the windshield. I hummed the Toto song to myself and tried to steady my breathing as the Wakanda energy shield grew closer. I entered the force field and Wakanda flickered in the lightening.
I bypassed my usual landing platform and flew towards the clearing by the creek. A single light was on in the cabin and I saw movement as I landed the jet. The landing platform hissed as it opened and I rushed down it into the cold rain.
"Fucking cliche," I muttered to the rainclouds.
"Charlie?" I heard Bucky call as he ran to meet me. "Are you okay?" His eyes frantically searched over me as we met in the middle of the field. "Is everything alright, Charl-"
I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his shoulders and covering his lips with mine. He responded quickly and his arm wrapped around my back, holding me tightly. Our bodies stuck to each other in the downpour and my hands tangled in his wet hair. Bucky didn't waste time and deepened the kiss pouring all the pent up affection into it.
A clap of thunder made us break apart and Bucky grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the cabin. Once we were inside Bucky held my jaw in his hand and rested his forehead against mine.
"What are you doing here, Charlie?" he whispered.
"I needed to apologize for running off after last time," I glanced at the couch. "I thought we deserved a redo." Bucky smiled and the soft look in his eyes made me melt. He kissed me again but kept it short.
"You're freezing," he commented, rubbing his hand up my bare arm. "Come here. I'll get you some clothes."
"I've got some in the jet."
"It's a downpour out there. We'll get them later."
I followed Bucky to the back of the house and into the bedroom. A beautiful large bed took up most of the space. The bedposts were carved with intricate designs swirling up, nearly to the ceiling. My eyes settled on the silk sheets and warm furs while Bucky looked for me some clothes.
I knew I only had a week in Wakanda and this was the only night during that week that I was guaranteed to be with Bucky. So, when Bucky turned back around holding a shirt and a pair of pants, I took them out of his hand and set them to the side.
I kissed Bucky deeply and pulled back to search his eyes for any hesitancy but there was none. Only lust and affection. I led his hand under the edge of my wet shirt and his lips were on mine again. I pulled his shirt over his head and mine joined it on the floor moments later.
I led Bucky towards the bed and he fell on top of me catching himself with his arm but never breaking contact with me. Warm lips trailed down my neck and to the edge of my bra. Bucky looked up at me through his lashes as if asking permission and I let out a giggle. He chuckled in response and slipped my bra off next. My fingers tangled in his hair while his mouth covered a nipple and made me squirm against the bed.
His beard tickled my sensitive skin and I reached down trying to tug his pants off. He pulled back for a moment and was striped naked quicker than I thought possible for a one armed man. Naked Bucky filled my view and my nerves lit up inside me. Skin damp from the rain pulled tight over his muscles and his eyes were glazed over just as mine likely were.
I helped Bucky pull my tight wet pants off and then suddenly we were both bare to the cool air.
"You're so beautiful," Bucky breathed.
"Ditto," I swallowed lamely. Bucky didn't seem to notice and joined me on the bed again. I flipped us so I was on top of him which gave him more mobility. His fingertips skimmed lightly up my thigh, over my hip bone, and the back down across my stomach. I moaned when he reached the sensitive flesh between my thighs.
That was all Bucky needed before he let out a noise similar to a growl and flipped us over again. He held himself against me and met my eyes. I shifted my body down and he slid in the tiniest amount. His fist tangled in the sheets and his face buried in my neck as he slowly push in. My limbs wrapped around him and then we were both moving.
My eyes rolled somewhere in the back of my head and my legs dragged Bucky in closer. I felt his lips across my cheek and heard him whisper to me against my ear. My muscles tensed and I felt the wave roll through my body. My fingernails dug into Buckys back and I gasped his name out.
He was kissing me as I came down. My entire body was the consistency of jello but I could feel that he was still ready to go. I swung my leg over and, without breaking contact, flipped us over so I was straddling him. His hand gripped my hip and I moved against him. He groaned and his eyebrows furrowed. I was on the edge again when his grip tightened and I knew he was close too. His eyes met mine and I was done for. I set him off and soon we both lay sweating in the silk sheets.
My head lay on his chest and I listed to his heartbeat slow against my ear. His face was in my hair and his arm rubbed up and down my back soothingly.
"That was good," I muttered eventually.
"Just good?" His voice was raspy with fatigue.
"That super soldier serum, did it, uh, help you out there?" Bucky laughed and I decided I loved the sound.
"Depends on what you mean. It did help my stamina and endurance which I guess comes in handy in this situation."
"Hmm. Here I was thinking that having sex with a 99 year old man would be horrible."
"No way. Everyone knows you don't reach your peak until you're at least a hundred."
We both laughed and Bucky held me tighter against his chest as he smiled down at me. Something caught my attention on the nightstand and I leaned over him to pick it up. It was the Polaroid we'd taken. I didn't get to see it developed until now. I was smiling in the foreground and Bucky stood behind me with a grin on his face staring down at me with adoration I his eyes.
"Keeping pictures of me next to your bed. Someone have a crush, Barnes?"
"Something like that." I kissed him again and the thought occurred to me that even though I was thousands of miles from the compound I'd never felt more at home.
